I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Friday, March 8, 2019

Self deception is the only way know


from this week in 2013  (I was 68)   -used year 2,6

Self deception is the only way I know
to de-fictionalize my experience
Within the parameters of perception
I choose the parabola of possibilities
to depict the truth of a point in time
optimal to the situation
call into reality a construct to fit
the comfort zone of my capability
the loves-me loves-me-not of a plucked daisy
the quick turn to deflect an involuntary sneeze
A selective belief your theft of my things
does not evidence disregard of my soul
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